The funeral was kept simple, yet a great many people attended.
The Yan Family managed the arrangements. My aunt and uncle had both rushed back, and my uncle, who had always been a spineless man, pounded his chest and wailed before Dad’s photograph.
"Brother, my own brother... you were truly a good man! I have never met anyone as kind as you! How could you just leave like this? What am I supposed to do now? I’ve failed you, brother..."
Chapter 125